Dead Twat Faggots
• Written by Anonymous
Best Class, Rage class
Bitch you fucking dead class
Talk more shit about my class
Your grave nigga, First class
I ain't need no mask
To smoke fucking trash
Ill blast yo ass faster than Patty hits his grass
Bitch, You know I'm strapped
My pipe all I need to flash
My chrome to your dome nigga Ill put that shit on snap chat
No, you can't take it back
Talk shit, you get smacked
Snaps to your rats with your blood on my rage baaaaaaaat
(pause) Bitch you know you're fucking dumb
You called out the holy one
Pack your shit you better run
I catch that ass you're fucking done
Better cry to a dad for a ticket back to Africa
You just pissed off the king of the young squad mafia
Young Jesse Bitch is what they'll call nigga phobia
I got that rage bat booze the Trifecta
Now This aint that fake nigga shit
This some of that nick fury shit
And this time Pez won't be here to save you shits
I'm gonna give you a 3 second head start
You kids better run on my fucking mark
Because when I go, no restarts
3
2
1
Go
Run boy run boy
My glock not a toy boy
Running with these stolen heats,
you dead like the doughboy
Running game on all these streets
has turned me a cruel boy
Running girls through my sheets
turned me a hard boy
Playboys, cowboys
Bitch you all schoolboys
Boy you think you safe from me?
Bitch I got them homeboys
Got them killahs on employ
Killing sus is their one true joy
and with one call they'll be deployed
Like the ops, they make no noise
Run Bitch, Hide Bitch
Y'all gonna die bitch
I don't even try bitch
With squad, bullets fly bitch
We don't need them eyes bitch
Half your crew my spies bitch
and before you say why snitch
and squad will be nearby Bitch
Bled Shit, Red shit
Y'all will be some dead shit
Leave the bodies as a tip
For any other misfits
For any other nitwit
Who thinks they can come fuck wit
the Gods who made shit
We the ones who run shit
Let that be a lesson for all
You come swining for the king
You better be ready for the fall
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